I've learned to love this lie
I call my life
Oh I wait for the next time I die
Oh for the love of this sick suicide
Don't mind me with pouring blood
This for me is a dream come true
Oh I wait for the next time I die
Oh for the love of this sick suicide
Baby don't expect me to cry
Please only expect me to die
You try and console
But sweetheart I understand not of this emotion you call empathy
Oh I wait for the next time I die
Oh for the love of this sick suicide
Tears sting my eyes
The reason I'm not so sure of anymore
Oh I wait for the next time I die
Oh for the love of this sick suicide
And with every drop of blood that falls to the floor
I laugh more and more inside
Oh the complexity of it all
Just makes me ever more eager to leave
Oh I wait for the next time I die
Oh for the love of this sick suicide
This last entry of this diary I loved
So tell me
is this the end?
Oh I wait for the next time I die
Oh for the love of this sick suicide
Weaker and weaker I know i'm becoming
This moment anticipated from the very start
Oh I wait for the next time I die
Oh for the love of this sick suicide
It's over?
Laying on
This bathroom floor
girl
Ask no more
She was young
Confused at most
So why in her diary
Of suicide she'd boast
Oh for the confusion
Of you all
It seemed to me
The perfect solution
But now it's over
Too late to take back
But never forget
